Halfbreed: Destiel's Daughter

Eleanor is no ordinary teenager. First, she's a Winchester, that should say it all. But there's so much more... She's been killing the supernatural her whole life, and by 17 years old, she thinks she knows everything, except, she still doesn't know that angels exist. Funny, considering that one of her fathers is Castiel, an angel of the Lord...

4. King

A/N: Hello guys! Thank you for reading my movella! This is my first Destiel/Spn fic, so comment and let me know how I'm doing. This chapter is kinda long, I hope you like it- Xx

Eleanor's Pov.

“Hey Pa, I just wanted to call and let you know that I'm fine.” I said into the payphone I held about a centimeter from my ear. It was really dirty, I was not touching the thing to my face.

I knew someone would have put a GPS on my phone, so I left it there for them to find. I'd learned all their little tricks over the years. I knew what to do so they couldn't find me, no matter how hard they tried. And my family were really good at finding people.

“Dammit Eleanor! What the hell do you think you're doing?” Pa exclaimed. He was worried, good.

“I know how to handle myself. I'll be fine, and I'll check in on a regular basis. Good luck with that spirit.” I said, then hung up. I heard a voice begin to speak as the call ended, but I really didn't care what any of them had to say. I left the phone booth and climbed back into the Impala.

The new and improved Impala, IMHO. The new Florida license plate glittered in the sun, as did the fresh dark purple color of the cheap paint job. Dad, Pa, and Sam would expect me to ditch the Impala and steal something new, something ugly that I normally wouldn't even touch.

That's why, while the paint job was being done, I hot wired some old ugly pick-up and drove it a few miles down some back road, then dumped it in the forest. That car would show up on a computer (once they got to a new one, I messed with Sam's) as stolen in the same area that my phone call came from. Since it's definitely a car I would not be seen in in a million years, they'll think I stole it in a lame attempt to trick them. Which is kind of right, I did steal it, and it will trick them, but they won't know that it worked.

I grinned at the road as I tore down the bumpy pavement, giddy at the thought of finally figuring out who my family really was.

It was nice in Lawrence Kansas the day I arrived, sunny and warm. The houses were close together in the neighborhood I was headed for. Most were white and grey. The kind of place you saw families of four. Two kids, a house wife who bakes cookies for her children while they're at school and raises a hell of a garden. And a business man husband who drove a fancy car and wore a suit everyday. Some even had literal white-picket fences.

I was silently grateful that I grew up how I did. I probably would have lost my mind growing up normal. I laughed as I pictured Pa trying to grow a garden, and Dad coming home in the Impala each night, a tie swaying from his neck as he put his briefcase away and gave Pa and I a glad-I'm-home hug.

Or maybe the other way around. Dad taking a fresh, homemade pie out of the oven as Pa hung up that trench coat he loved in the entry way... A small sigh left my lips. As much as I didn't want to admit it, part of me had always wanted that life. But I knew I'd never have it, so all wanting it did was hurt...

I felt sweat break out on my forehead as I spotted the house I was after. My eyes widened as I got closer. The yard was completely dead. In a perfect square, separated from the neighbor's lawns. The house looked rotted and abandoned. No one lived there, which honestly made my ideas easier. I was going to try and contact any spirits that may be in or near the house. From what I was seeing there was definitely something inside that house.

I got my sawed off shot gun (made it myself) filled with salt rounds and my Ouija board from the back of the car. Don't laugh. They actually work, I wouldn't mess with them unless you're a trained professional, like myself.

I jogged to the front door, not wanting to be seen by anyone. The door was conveniently unlocked, it swung completely open when I touched it. I almost had to cover my ears at the high pitched groan it made.

“Son of a bitch.” I swore softly. As soon as I was all the way into the entry way the door slammed shut. Great, I thought, rolling my eyes. This spirit liked to play games. I sighed as I settled on the floor with my Ouija board, my gun sat in my lap.

“Hi, my name is Eleanor Mary Winchester, and my Dad and my Uncle used to live here when they were kids. Dean and Sam Winchester, I assume, if any one is listening, they know them. I intend to leave peacefully, all I'm asking for are a few answers.” I mumbled, placing my hands on the little piece that moves.

“Am I in the presence of a spirit?” I asked, louder, more confident. After a few seconds, my hands began to be moved by some invisible force. The piece settled over 'Yes'. I smiled brilliantly.

“Thank you so much. What's your name?” I asked.

'W' 'I' 'N' 'C' 'H' 'E'

“You're a Winchester?!” I exclaimed, the excitement inside me was bubbling up and up. I couldn't get over how amazing it was that I was finally getting answers.

'Yes' 'M' 'A' 'R' 'Y'

“My grandmother?”

'Yes'

“It's an honor to meet you Mary, Dad has told me amazing stories about you. It's a shame I don't get to see you in person.”

'L' 'O' 'V' 'E'

“We love you too Grandma. Now, do you know why Dad and Pa and Sam got back into hunting after they adopted me?” Hope was building, for the first time ever I could finally know what Dad and Pa have been so insistent on keeping from me.

'Yes'

“Did it have to do with a creature?”

'Yes'

“What?”

'A' 'N' 'G' 'E' 'L'

I stared at the board in front of me, where the pointing piece of the board was frozen on the letter L.

“That's impossible. Angels don't exist...” I muttered, mostly to myself. Before I could ask another question the piece moved again.

'D' 'E' 'M' 'O' 'N'

“Those I've met... What did they do?” The piece didn't move.

“Sorry, I'll try to stick to yes or no questions, give me a sec...” I said, pondering what I could ask next. My arms were suddenly jerked around the board, landing over the same letters over and over, faster and faster. The entire house trembled beneath me.

'R' 'U' 'N' 'R' 'U' 'N' 'R' 'U' 'N' 'R' 'U' 'N'

And suddenly, there was a figure sitting across the board from me. A beautiful blond woman in a white dress. “RUN!” She screamed, then her figure was gone but her words echoed through the house.

It was like an earthquake, the whole house was shaking and creaking and whining. Empty bookshelves fell over, loose chunks of plaster rained from the ceiling. Something was coming, something huge. I left the Ouija board, no longer caring about anything but getting out. I think I kicked it across the room as I scrambled to get up.

My gun was gripped tight in my hand. I shoved and kicked and hit the door, but it wouldn't budge. After a few seconds I gave up on the door, moving over to slam the butt of my gun as hard as I could against the ancient window, of course that had to break, right? I mean, it looked like even the wind should be too much for it. Nope, my gun just bounced off it, like rubber, it bounced back and came an inch from hitting me in the head.

I let out a yell of frustration as I completely gave up on getting out. I backed up against the quivering wall, prepared to fight whatever the hell was coming. Salt repelled almost everything. I had a silver knife in my left boot, a gun with iron rounds in my right boot, and a gun with bullets that had devil's traps carved into them on my hip. I was ready for anything, I always was.

As I began to map out different situations and escape plans the house became still. It was worse than when it was trembling, because I knew that the thing was probably here, or almost here. The earthquake part didn't scare me nearly as much as the stillness.

I jumped slightly as a man appeared in front of me. He was short, with thick black hair and a scruffy beard. He looked to be about as old as Dad, Pa, and Sam, but they were each much more attractive than your average 50 year old, this guy looked like a normal middle aged dad. He wore fancy clothes, not a suit and tie, but expensive. Black to match his hair with dark reds mixed in.

“Hello, Eleanor. Wow, haven't you gotten beautiful. Striking, really.” He breathed, a grin stretching across his face. British. He was British. He held his hand out to me, as if inviting me to dance, like princes do in the movies. I didn't move. My eyes scanned him head to toe.

I guessed he was a demon, but just to make sure... “Christo.” I said.

He flinched visibly, and his eyes flashed red for a few seconds before he got control and flipped them back.

“Damn, you got me there sweetheart. Beautiful and smart.” He sighed. He stared at me for a while more in silence, it was like he was looking at a prize catch. It made me uncomfortable, but I didn't let him see that. I held eye contact, ready to act on a moments notice.

Why I didn't just shoot him there and then? Left him trapped in one spot until he dug the bullet out of his skull, I don't know. I guess I hoped he knew something, and maybe talking like adults would be a better way to get it out of him than pissing him off. His hand came up slowly, gently stroking my jawline, and then he stepped back, giving me more space, making me more comfortable.

“I'm sorry, I'm being rude. I'm Crowley, I'm sure your family hasn't told you about me. But I'm a pretty important one down there.” Crowley said, jerking a thumb toward the ground. Hell.

“How important?” I asked, curious.

“I'm the king.” He grinned impossibly wider. I hesitated a moment, taking that fact in. Standing in front of me, was the king of the pit...

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